Luyện nghe bài hát Legionnaire's Lament

I'm a
Camel in
for a Frigidaire
To come by

I am on
Lacking my de vive
Missing my gay
In desert dry

And I wrote my
Told her I not return
Terribly a turn
For the worse, now I

It's been a year or
they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a war
So far away from my

If only summer would fall
On the houses and the
And the side bagatelles
It's like a

With the of cars
And the of the cafe bars
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be again

in the sun
Pinched of laudanum
for the old fecundity
Of my

Curses to mirage
A of ancient Chiraz
A smattering of distant
Is ringing in my poor

On the old left
My in a charabanc
Riding up the width and
Of the Elysees

If only summer rain would
On the houses and the
And the side bagatelles
It's like a

With the roar of
And the lulling of the cafe
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the
Lord, I don't know if I'll be back again

If only summer rain would
On the houses and the
And the side bagatelles '
It's a dream

With the of cars
And the lulling of the cafe
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't know if I'll be back again

Be back
Be back
I'll be again